Husband, can you do it?
Chapter 188
Qiao Han was carried back to the bedroom by Wen Zhuo, and after taking a shower, he was stuffed into the bed, and Wen Zhuo pinched Qiao Han's lower back to coax him.
"For the sake of money, give up the small study to Biscuit, and you will work in the same study with me tomorrow."
Qiao Han wants to cry but has no tears, what the hell are you doing!My butt hurts when I work with my husband!
The occupation of the small study was not counted, and this began to occupy the son.After Wen Qiao got out of school, Biscuit pushed Qiao Han away to play with Wen Qiao.
Playing checkers, playing Go, petting cats and dogs, taking Wen Qiao out to play football, coaxing Wen Qiao, baby, call me godfather!Don't let you be called godfather for nothing, your uncle sweet potato has a younger sister, and godfather will marry you a daughter-in-law!
Helping Wen Qiao with homework, Wen Qiao finally wrote the characters without distinction, and wrote stroke by stroke, which is still passable, Biscuit said, Godfather will teach you how to write thin gold body, teach you how to write wild cursive!
Crazy!Those with wild characters can set up their own sects!It is harder to recognize than Oracle!
After writing a new word, Qiao Han didn't know what he was writing, and a ball of thread got stuck together!
"I fought with cookies!"
Qiao Han gritted his teeth, he wanted to fight the biscuit!Doesn't this bring your son down?
Wen Zhuo pressed Qiao Han.
"Don't, don't, for the sake of money!"
"What about my son's homework!"
"I'll stare at him and write again! Don't be angry, he can live for a few days!"
"How long can he live? It's been half a month! My son is practicing calligraphy like this, and insects crawl better than him!"
Qiao Han hates biscuits, and biscuits also hate Qiao Han.Plastic Brotherhood!
I dislike Qiao Han for talking too much, I dislike Qiao Han for eating too much, I dislike Qiao Han for losing to Qiao Han every time I spell, and I dislike Qiao Han for showing affection every day.
Code words are code words, what are you talking about?Can the sound of typing on the keyboard not be so loud?Can you watch some brainless dramas and watch some brain-burning movies?
Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat all day long, look at your face, look at your stomach!
Qiao Han expressed his aggrievedness. I like to interpret the content of novels while typing. I am the hero. I want to try to see if the words are smooth. I must read it out.
What can I eat?My husband bought it for me, my son gave it to me, and my mother-in-law gave it to me. I didn’t even eat you. What’s your dissatisfaction?It’s not that you eat alone, don’t you also share it with you?
What's wrong with being fat?Have you eaten your rice?What you eat is my rice. My husband likes my buttocks with meaty cheeks and soft belly. Can you control me!You are thin, you are good-looking, why didn't I say that I despise you for having a face that is disastrous to the country and the people?
Am I showing affection?We are really in love, I like to lie in my husband's arms, my husband likes to feed me water and food to coax me, my husband is willing to carry me, you are envious, you think you can eat dog food, you go back to find you Husband!
Idols are no longer idols, idols have become enemies,
Wen Zhuo heard his wife complain when he got home every day, and his words were full of disgust, so Wen Zhuo was very happy.I'm glad that Qiao Han doesn't have any messy idols anymore, only her husband is the male god!
They dislike each other, but Biscuit still doesn't leave. They live in Qiao Han's house, toss the cat today, the dog tomorrow, and Wen Qiao the day after tomorrow.Ji Feigou jumped around in a mess, anyway, he was very happy to play.
Wen Qiao cried and complained to his father, Uncle Biscuit broke my car!
Qiao Han was angrily preparing to fight against Biscuit, when he saw Biscuit sitting on his son's large toy car, turning the steering wheel as if to start a car!
It's no wonder that if an adult sits on something played by a seven or eight-year-old child, it won't break.
"You pay!"
Qiao Han is particularly fierce when he lights idols.
As a mother, you are strong, and as a father, he must favor his son!
"What a piece of crap, you bought a defective product for your son. Don't cry, baby, go buy something good for you, godfather,"
Biscuit absolutely does not admit that he is so bored that he goes crazy and wreaks havoc everywhere, nor does he admit that he bullies children and blames him.
"Buy it now!"
Who knows if he said tomorrow, whether he will buy this tomorrow!
"to make!"
Biscuit gave Qiao Han a blank look, be careful!
Then he took the child out to buy toys for Wen Qiao.
Both of them are useless and can't drive. They played in the toy city for a long time, and it rained while waiting for the bus.Qiao Han took off his coat and put it on for his son. Wen Qiao was a little cold, his little face turned pale from the cold, Biscuit also took off his coat and put it on for his godson.
When I got home, the plastic sister flower dropped its petals. I had a severe cold. One sneezed after another. The two of them were wrapped in blankets and holding the ginger soup made by Pei Caiwei. They shivered together. When you coughed, I sneezed. Teeth.
I was dizzy and had no strength to go upstairs.
Wen Zhuo saw two patients after get off work, but in Wen Zhuo's eyes, there was only one patient, and that was his wife.
He hurried over and touched Qiao Han's forehead. Qiao Han lay limp in Wen Zhuo's arms.
"Honey, I want to lie down for a while, I don't have the energy to go upstairs."
Wen Zhuo went upstairs with Qiao Han on his back.
Biscuit drank ginger soup, looked at the couple enviously, Wenzhuo's voice was very low, scolding Qiao Han why he didn't wear more clothes, why didn't he take a taxi, and wait for the bus, Qiao Han groaned, Wenzhuo felt distressed No way.
"Hey, I can't go up either. My whole body hurts,"
But he still has to climb up the stairs by himself, it is impossible for Wen Zhuo to help him, and it is impossible for him to let Wen Zhuo help him,
A step up the stairs weighs a thousand catties, and the feet feel as if they have fallen from a lead weight. It is heavy and heavy, and it hurts to breathe even if you take a step up.Moved a little bit upstairs, lying on the bed tired out of shortness of breath, unable to move.
Wen Zhuo wiped his wife's body and covered her with a quilt.After serving Qiao Han, Qiao Han suddenly thought of biscuits.
"We caught a cold together, how is he doing?"
"Have you taken medicine?"
"have eaten."
"Then let him sleep. You lie down quickly, and he will call the nanny if he has something to do."
Wen Zhuo didn't let Qiao Han get up, he was feeling uncomfortable.
"Let Sister Rong go and have a look, don't get seriously ill in our house, he's not in good health."
"Okay, don't worry about him! Sleep with you,"
Wen Zhuo guarded Qiao Han, not going anywhere.
It fully proves that besides the love of money, capitalists still have a little human touch, but this kind of affection belongs to his wife.No one else has it.
Wen Zhuo fed Qiao Han, spoonful after spoonful of which he blew cold and delivered it to his wife's mouth.The wife fell asleep after eating and taking medicine.Only then did Wen Zhuo remember the biscuits, and asked Sister Rong to bring the rice to the room.
Sister Rong brought food and medicine to the biscuit room, called for biscuit a few times, but the biscuit didn't answer, Sister Rong pushed, and then ran to the bedroom in fright.
"The biscuits are not very good, and those who have a fever are in a coma,"
"trouble!"
Wen Zhuo couldn't do it even if he wanted to guard his wife, so he hurried to see the biscuit, called the community doctor to give the biscuit an IV, thought about it, and called Jian Qi.
Jian Xi rushed over quickly.Ignoring the pleasantries, I hurried upstairs to ask Wen Zhuo.
"How's it going? How's the other person? What's the temperature? How long has he been in a coma? Are there any other symptoms besides fever?"
Wen Zhuo shook his head.
"No other questions? Then why are you in a coma?"
Jian Qi thought it was Wen Zhuo who answered him that there was no big problem, so Wen Zhuo explained to him.
"I do not know."
"you!"
Jian Qi is going to die of anger!Is there such a thing as a boss?When he was a guest at his house, he fell into a coma with a fever and said he didn't know about other symptoms, which shows that Wen Zhuo didn't take a second look at him.
"He's a guest at your house!"
"He is your fiance!"
Jian Xi, who choked on Wen Zhuo's words, had nothing to say.
"It's not my job to take care of him. I want to take care of my wife. You can take care of your fiance!"
There is nothing wrong with this statement.
Wen Zhuo pointed to the room across the corridor.
"His guest room is there! If you need to find my nanny, Sister Rong. My wife is also asleep, and each takes care of his own wife. Don't disturb me!"
After speaking, Wen Zhuo went back to his bedroom to put his arms around his wife.
Jian Xi nodded at Wen Zhuo's back.
"you are vicious!"
Jian Xi disagreed with Wen Zhuo, and rushed to the guest room to take care of her fiancé.
The biscuit looks good, don't look at the burned face and chapped lips, but in Jian Xi's eyes, it has a different style, fragile and pitiful, which makes people feel distressed.
Jian Xi fed him water to help him adjust the drip rate, stood by the bed and touched his hand, seeing if he didn't like it enough, touching his face and body, never being so obedient.I hope he will always be so obedient, but I feel sorry for him being sick and uncomfortable.
Just make trouble, just be awkward, as long as he is healthy and healthy, anything is fine.Follow him and follow him.
The biscuit moved impatiently, and Jian Xi held his arm, otherwise the needle would run out.
"pain,"
Biscuit muttered.
"Where does it hurt?"
Jian Xi came up and asked.
"Jane Qi!"
Biscuit called Jian Xi's name, and Jian Xi quickly agreed, "I'm here."
"Jane, my arm hurts."
Jian Qi quickly squeezed his shoulders and arms for him.
Biscuit slowly calmed down and passed out. ,
After hanging a bottle of water, the body temperature of the biscuit also dropped.Sweating all over, Jian Xi wiped and changed his pajamas.
Biscuit opened his eyes in a daze and looked at Jian Xi, who kissed his dry lips.
"Tell me if you're uncomfortable. Go to sleep,"
Biscuit fell asleep again.
Jian Xi took care of her until dawn, maybe it was because of discomfort or the effect of the medicine, she slept deeply.
It's not bad if he doesn't have a fever, Jian Xi covered him with a quilt and went downstairs, and saw Qiao Han sitting listlessly at the table eating.
"He's still asleep, don't call him and let him sleep. It's not easy for him to recover when he's sick. I guess his appetite will be a little tricky these days. Just make something light. I'll go back first."
Wen Zhuo Qiao Han is very strange, go back?Just take care of it for one night?
"It takes a week to catch a cold, you're not taking care of him for a week!"
Wen Zhuo also agreed with Qiao Han's words.
"Live at my house. We are friends. My wife and him are still friends. It's convenient for you to live here and take care of him."
"I'm not being polite to you. I want to stay here too. But there are some things that need to be done quickly. Just ask Mrs. Wen to help me take care of him,"
"That won't work! I'm also a sick person! Look at me, I'm so sick, I don't even eat enough. Take care of your fiancé yourself!"
Qiao Han created opportunities for the two of them.
"For the sake of money, give up the small study to Biscuit, and you will work in the same study with me tomorrow."
Qiao Han wants to cry but has no tears, what the hell are you doing!My butt hurts when I work with my husband!
The occupation of the small study was not counted, and this began to occupy the son.After Wen Qiao got out of school, Biscuit pushed Qiao Han away to play with Wen Qiao.
Playing checkers, playing Go, petting cats and dogs, taking Wen Qiao out to play football, coaxing Wen Qiao, baby, call me godfather!Don't let you be called godfather for nothing, your uncle sweet potato has a younger sister, and godfather will marry you a daughter-in-law!
Helping Wen Qiao with homework, Wen Qiao finally wrote the characters without distinction, and wrote stroke by stroke, which is still passable, Biscuit said, Godfather will teach you how to write thin gold body, teach you how to write wild cursive!
Crazy!Those with wild characters can set up their own sects!It is harder to recognize than Oracle!
After writing a new word, Qiao Han didn't know what he was writing, and a ball of thread got stuck together!
"I fought with cookies!"
Qiao Han gritted his teeth, he wanted to fight the biscuit!Doesn't this bring your son down?
Wen Zhuo pressed Qiao Han.
"Don't, don't, for the sake of money!"
"What about my son's homework!"
"I'll stare at him and write again! Don't be angry, he can live for a few days!"
"How long can he live? It's been half a month! My son is practicing calligraphy like this, and insects crawl better than him!"
Qiao Han hates biscuits, and biscuits also hate Qiao Han.Plastic Brotherhood!
I dislike Qiao Han for talking too much, I dislike Qiao Han for eating too much, I dislike Qiao Han for losing to Qiao Han every time I spell, and I dislike Qiao Han for showing affection every day.
Code words are code words, what are you talking about?Can the sound of typing on the keyboard not be so loud?Can you watch some brainless dramas and watch some brain-burning movies?
Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat all day long, look at your face, look at your stomach!
Qiao Han expressed his aggrievedness. I like to interpret the content of novels while typing. I am the hero. I want to try to see if the words are smooth. I must read it out.
What can I eat?My husband bought it for me, my son gave it to me, and my mother-in-law gave it to me. I didn’t even eat you. What’s your dissatisfaction?It’s not that you eat alone, don’t you also share it with you?
What's wrong with being fat?Have you eaten your rice?What you eat is my rice. My husband likes my buttocks with meaty cheeks and soft belly. Can you control me!You are thin, you are good-looking, why didn't I say that I despise you for having a face that is disastrous to the country and the people?
Am I showing affection?We are really in love, I like to lie in my husband's arms, my husband likes to feed me water and food to coax me, my husband is willing to carry me, you are envious, you think you can eat dog food, you go back to find you Husband!
Idols are no longer idols, idols have become enemies,
Wen Zhuo heard his wife complain when he got home every day, and his words were full of disgust, so Wen Zhuo was very happy.I'm glad that Qiao Han doesn't have any messy idols anymore, only her husband is the male god!
They dislike each other, but Biscuit still doesn't leave. They live in Qiao Han's house, toss the cat today, the dog tomorrow, and Wen Qiao the day after tomorrow.Ji Feigou jumped around in a mess, anyway, he was very happy to play.
Wen Qiao cried and complained to his father, Uncle Biscuit broke my car!
Qiao Han was angrily preparing to fight against Biscuit, when he saw Biscuit sitting on his son's large toy car, turning the steering wheel as if to start a car!
It's no wonder that if an adult sits on something played by a seven or eight-year-old child, it won't break.
"You pay!"
Qiao Han is particularly fierce when he lights idols.
As a mother, you are strong, and as a father, he must favor his son!
"What a piece of crap, you bought a defective product for your son. Don't cry, baby, go buy something good for you, godfather,"
Biscuit absolutely does not admit that he is so bored that he goes crazy and wreaks havoc everywhere, nor does he admit that he bullies children and blames him.
"Buy it now!"
Who knows if he said tomorrow, whether he will buy this tomorrow!
"to make!"
Biscuit gave Qiao Han a blank look, be careful!
Then he took the child out to buy toys for Wen Qiao.
Both of them are useless and can't drive. They played in the toy city for a long time, and it rained while waiting for the bus.Qiao Han took off his coat and put it on for his son. Wen Qiao was a little cold, his little face turned pale from the cold, Biscuit also took off his coat and put it on for his godson.
When I got home, the plastic sister flower dropped its petals. I had a severe cold. One sneezed after another. The two of them were wrapped in blankets and holding the ginger soup made by Pei Caiwei. They shivered together. When you coughed, I sneezed. Teeth.
I was dizzy and had no strength to go upstairs.
Wen Zhuo saw two patients after get off work, but in Wen Zhuo's eyes, there was only one patient, and that was his wife.
He hurried over and touched Qiao Han's forehead. Qiao Han lay limp in Wen Zhuo's arms.
"Honey, I want to lie down for a while, I don't have the energy to go upstairs."
Wen Zhuo went upstairs with Qiao Han on his back.
Biscuit drank ginger soup, looked at the couple enviously, Wenzhuo's voice was very low, scolding Qiao Han why he didn't wear more clothes, why didn't he take a taxi, and wait for the bus, Qiao Han groaned, Wenzhuo felt distressed No way.
"Hey, I can't go up either. My whole body hurts,"
But he still has to climb up the stairs by himself, it is impossible for Wen Zhuo to help him, and it is impossible for him to let Wen Zhuo help him,
A step up the stairs weighs a thousand catties, and the feet feel as if they have fallen from a lead weight. It is heavy and heavy, and it hurts to breathe even if you take a step up.Moved a little bit upstairs, lying on the bed tired out of shortness of breath, unable to move.
Wen Zhuo wiped his wife's body and covered her with a quilt.After serving Qiao Han, Qiao Han suddenly thought of biscuits.
"We caught a cold together, how is he doing?"
"Have you taken medicine?"
"have eaten."
"Then let him sleep. You lie down quickly, and he will call the nanny if he has something to do."
Wen Zhuo didn't let Qiao Han get up, he was feeling uncomfortable.
"Let Sister Rong go and have a look, don't get seriously ill in our house, he's not in good health."
"Okay, don't worry about him! Sleep with you,"
Wen Zhuo guarded Qiao Han, not going anywhere.
It fully proves that besides the love of money, capitalists still have a little human touch, but this kind of affection belongs to his wife.No one else has it.
Wen Zhuo fed Qiao Han, spoonful after spoonful of which he blew cold and delivered it to his wife's mouth.The wife fell asleep after eating and taking medicine.Only then did Wen Zhuo remember the biscuits, and asked Sister Rong to bring the rice to the room.
Sister Rong brought food and medicine to the biscuit room, called for biscuit a few times, but the biscuit didn't answer, Sister Rong pushed, and then ran to the bedroom in fright.
"The biscuits are not very good, and those who have a fever are in a coma,"
"trouble!"
Wen Zhuo couldn't do it even if he wanted to guard his wife, so he hurried to see the biscuit, called the community doctor to give the biscuit an IV, thought about it, and called Jian Qi.
Jian Xi rushed over quickly.Ignoring the pleasantries, I hurried upstairs to ask Wen Zhuo.
"How's it going? How's the other person? What's the temperature? How long has he been in a coma? Are there any other symptoms besides fever?"
Wen Zhuo shook his head.
"No other questions? Then why are you in a coma?"
Jian Qi thought it was Wen Zhuo who answered him that there was no big problem, so Wen Zhuo explained to him.
"I do not know."
"you!"
Jian Qi is going to die of anger!Is there such a thing as a boss?When he was a guest at his house, he fell into a coma with a fever and said he didn't know about other symptoms, which shows that Wen Zhuo didn't take a second look at him.
"He's a guest at your house!"
"He is your fiance!"
Jian Xi, who choked on Wen Zhuo's words, had nothing to say.
"It's not my job to take care of him. I want to take care of my wife. You can take care of your fiance!"
There is nothing wrong with this statement.
Wen Zhuo pointed to the room across the corridor.
"His guest room is there! If you need to find my nanny, Sister Rong. My wife is also asleep, and each takes care of his own wife. Don't disturb me!"
After speaking, Wen Zhuo went back to his bedroom to put his arms around his wife.
Jian Xi nodded at Wen Zhuo's back.
"you are vicious!"
Jian Xi disagreed with Wen Zhuo, and rushed to the guest room to take care of her fiancé.
The biscuit looks good, don't look at the burned face and chapped lips, but in Jian Xi's eyes, it has a different style, fragile and pitiful, which makes people feel distressed.
Jian Xi fed him water to help him adjust the drip rate, stood by the bed and touched his hand, seeing if he didn't like it enough, touching his face and body, never being so obedient.I hope he will always be so obedient, but I feel sorry for him being sick and uncomfortable.
Just make trouble, just be awkward, as long as he is healthy and healthy, anything is fine.Follow him and follow him.
The biscuit moved impatiently, and Jian Xi held his arm, otherwise the needle would run out.
"pain,"
Biscuit muttered.
"Where does it hurt?"
Jian Xi came up and asked.
"Jane Qi!"
Biscuit called Jian Xi's name, and Jian Xi quickly agreed, "I'm here."
"Jane, my arm hurts."
Jian Qi quickly squeezed his shoulders and arms for him.
Biscuit slowly calmed down and passed out. ,
After hanging a bottle of water, the body temperature of the biscuit also dropped.Sweating all over, Jian Xi wiped and changed his pajamas.
Biscuit opened his eyes in a daze and looked at Jian Xi, who kissed his dry lips.
"Tell me if you're uncomfortable. Go to sleep,"
Biscuit fell asleep again.
Jian Xi took care of her until dawn, maybe it was because of discomfort or the effect of the medicine, she slept deeply.
It's not bad if he doesn't have a fever, Jian Xi covered him with a quilt and went downstairs, and saw Qiao Han sitting listlessly at the table eating.
"He's still asleep, don't call him and let him sleep. It's not easy for him to recover when he's sick. I guess his appetite will be a little tricky these days. Just make something light. I'll go back first."
Wen Zhuo Qiao Han is very strange, go back?Just take care of it for one night?
"It takes a week to catch a cold, you're not taking care of him for a week!"
Wen Zhuo also agreed with Qiao Han's words.
"Live at my house. We are friends. My wife and him are still friends. It's convenient for you to live here and take care of him."
"I'm not being polite to you. I want to stay here too. But there are some things that need to be done quickly. Just ask Mrs. Wen to help me take care of him,"
"That won't work! I'm also a sick person! Look at me, I'm so sick, I don't even eat enough. Take care of your fiancé yourself!"
Qiao Han created opportunities for the two of them.
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